Marylebone theatre, LondonThe capacity to arrest our own destruction is central in Eugene O'Hare's stark look at a woman struggling to cope after the death of her teenage daughter As The Dry House begins, a woman is asleep on the sofa in a cluttered living room. Her dressing gown, like the wall behind her, is a pale, defeated pink. This is Chrissy (Mairead McKinley), who started hitting the booze long ago. Rock botto…
